Dazzling and tremendous, how quick the sun-rise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
[25.1]
We also ascend , dazzling and tremendous as the sun;
We found our own, O my Soul, in the calm and cool of the daybreak. 560
[25.2]
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach;
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds, and volumes of worlds.
[25.3]
Speech is the twin of my vision—it is unequal to measure itself;
It provokes me forever;
It says sarcastically, Walt, you contain enough—why don’t you let it out, then? 565
[25.4]
Do you not know, O speech, how the buds beneath you are folded?
Waiting in gloom, protected by frost;
The dirt receding before my prophetical screams;
I underlying causes, to balance them at last; 570
My knowledge my live parts—it keeping tally with the meaning of things,
HAPPINESS—which, whoever hears me, let him or her set out in search of this day.
[25.6]
My final merit I refuse you—I refuse putting from me what I really am; Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me;
I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you. 575
[25.7]
Writing and talk do not prove me;
I carry the plenum of proof, and everything else, in my face;
With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic .
[25.8]
25.
Dazzling and tremendous, how quick the sun-rise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
[25.1]
We also ascend , dazzling and tremendous as the sun;
We found our own, O my Soul, in the calm and cool of the daybreak. 560
[25.2]
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach;
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds, and volumes of worlds.
[25.3]
Speech is the twin of my vision—it is unequal to measure itself;
It provokes me forever;
It says sarcastically, Walt, you contain enough—why don’t you let it out, then? 565
[25.4]
Come now, I will not be tantalized —you conceive too much of articulation .
[25.5]
Do you not know, O speech, how the buds beneath you are folded?
Waiting in gloom, protected by frost;
The dirt receding before my prophetical screams;
I underlying causes, to balance them at last; 570
My knowledge my live parts—it keeping tally with the meaning of things,
HAPPINESS—which, whoever hears me, let him or her set out in search of this day.
[25.6]
My final merit I refuse you—I refuse putting from me what I really am;
Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me;
I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you. 575
[25.7]
Writing and talk do not prove me;
I carry the plenum of proof, and everything else, in my face;
With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic .
[25.8]
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